All about morale

I went back to camp after a long 4 days break on wednesday night. Was expecting myself to study a little before I sleep but it turns out I was too tired and too low in mood to do anything. The few days back at home was very much a roller coaster of emotions. Don't really feel like discussing about it.
Thursday was all hot and sunny initially. So I had sprays of sun tan lotion all over me before I even started with changing the track pads. Speaking of which, changing 154 track pads manually is really a killer. Theres no better way to understand the agony than giving it a try. Then it started to rain. Rain. Rain...Haiz... Was all wet. Thankfully, my boots didn't get soaked. Still,it was hell of an experience. My muscles suffered cramps all day long. By the time we got back to camp, I was dead beat. Hence, another non-constructive day went by.
Friday. I woke up with the knowledge that my combat vehicle is due for some serious servicing. Thats adding on to the fact that we have got OVM stock take to settle and I haven't finished changing my NDP vehicle's track pad. Haiz. Another tiring day went by after some working in the rain. It wasn't that bd afterall. I always enjoyed watching the rain torrent down while sitting on the hull of my BX. Its quite a cool feeling. Especially when a breeze sends raindrops splattering on m face. Such moments of serenity are really hard to come by.Yet, amidst the enjoyment, a tinge of unhappiness lingers in the back of my mind. Whatever. It isn't very manly to whin.
Friday night, lowloading as usual. After that, We went for supper...oops. Gotta bookin. To be continued.